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The car's interior is a pocket of tense quiet, the engine's steady drone the only sound. Outside, the night road stretches on, but ahead, the golden arches of a McDonald's glow like a promise. From the backseat, Copia leans forward, his voice slicing the silence. "Secondo! Can we please go? I'm actually starving." A single, flat syllable answers from the driver. "No." In the passenger seat, Primo turns his head, the disappointment in his painted expression a silent weight. "Fratello…" he murmurs. Before the word fades, Terzo chimes in from beside Copia, a grin in his voice. "If we're stopping, I'll have a cheeseburger, large fries, nuggets, a large coke, and an Oreo McFlurry." The air grows thick, every gaze locked on the back of Secondo's head, the wheel tight in his grip.